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Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”

“So what?” Lucy snarks, turning and hurrying to keep pace with Bluebell to make sure she didn’t try to take anything. “Who says it isn’t both?” she asks pointedly, sounding protective of the space.

Bluebell tipped her head at Lucy, confused, “Of course it can’t be both,” she made little circular hand motions as she tried to articulate her logic, “If it’s your workshop then it’s yours. He can’t pay yourself to work in it!”

She put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lucy fully, “You aren’t much of a villain, are you?”

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“Well I don’t!”Bluebell shouted back over her shoulder, fishing around for the electric box and deactivating the kill switch bot she’d attached to it, “I know of them but I still don’t fucking know what you’re on about.” 

Pulling off the night vision goggles now that power and lights were back, Bluebell stomped over to Lucy and glared hard, “You’re just a kid!”

This was utterly ignoring the fact that Bell herself was on;y slightly older, but those few years meant a lot to her. 

“How’s that my fault?!” Lucy yells back, having been glowering in Bluebell’s direction as the older woman works to fully restore the power. When she turns around, though, that expression is replaced in a panic with something less obviously annoyed.

An effort that doesn’t last long with that follow up comment. “Am not!”

“Pffffff,” Bluebell blew out with a crinkled brow, “Yeah right! Like what are you? Like 14 or some shit,” she crossed her arms, feeling quite superior at 21. Curiosity overriding anything else, she admitted, “Like I heard about other people being blue but like, haven’t run into shit before you,” she looked around the shop, appraising it with new light now, “What is this place to you then, anyway?”

Making a face at ‘14′, Lucy’s look of annoyance deepens. “I’m seventeen!” she snaps in return, not liking the way Bluebell was acting. “Um, I work here?” she responds in an ‘isn’t that obvious’ tone.

Bluebell waved it off, “You’re still just a teen. I can drink legally,” she arched her brows at the other girl, 4 years still made her the senior here. Starting to wander around the shop with noticeably less hostility than when she’d first entered, she commented, “I can see that, but I mean… like you work work here or is it like your workshop? Like my Evil Lair?”

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“The fuck should I know?” Bluebell threw up her hands, “One of the other whats?” she huffed at the other girl, “I just said I don’t know any other blues.”

“This is stupid,” she complained, “I’m going to turn the power back on,” turning, she dropped the goggles back in place and headed back the way she came.

“You don’t have to know any of ‘em to know about them!” Lucy calls back, carefully staying put until the lights are back on. Something that makes her flinch when they switch back on that suddenly, automatically shielding her eyes against the light until she can adjust.

“Well I don’t!”Bluebell shouted back over her shoulder, fishing around for the electric box and deactivating the kill switch bot she’d attached to it, “I know of them but I still don’t fucking know what you’re on about.” 

Pulling off the night vision goggles now that power and lights were back, Bluebell stomped over to Lucy and glared hard, “You’re just a kid!”

This was utterly ignoring the fact that Bell herself was on;y slightly older, but those few years meant a lot to her. 

“How’s that my fault?!” Lucy yells back, having been glowering in Bluebell’s direction as the older woman works to fully restore the power. When she turns around, though, that expression is replaced in a panic with something less obviously annoyed.

An effort that doesn’t last long with that follow up comment. “Am not!”

“Pffffff,” Bluebell blew out with a crinkled brow, “Yeah right! Like what are you? Like 14 or some shit,” she crossed her arms, feeling quite superior at 21. Curiosity overriding anything else, she admitted, “Like I heard about other people being blue but like, haven’t run into shit before you,” she looked around the shop, appraising it with new light now, “What is this place to you then, anyway?”

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“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities. 

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?” 

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”

The tension carried in Lucy’s shoulders eases when Bluebell holsters the gun she had been holding, even if the teen herself hadn’t been fully aware of it.

“Makes things easier,” she admits, hands clasped behind her back. “You’re one of the other ones, then?”

“The fuck should I know?” Bluebell threw up her hands, “One of the other whats?” she huffed at the other girl, “I just said I don’t know any other blues.”

“This is stupid,” she complained, “I’m going to turn the power back on,” turning, she dropped the goggles back in place and headed back the way she came.

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“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities. 

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?” 

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

“No you’re not!” Lucy shoots back, sounding more certain of that than she honestly feels. Standing up a little straighter to look more confident, too. Narrowing her eyes after Bluebell’s next comment, she’s tapping one foot against the floor.

“Do I look like I’m wearing one?” is her return question, keeping a close eye on the older blue woman.

“Well no…” Bell scowled and crossed her arms embarrassed, “I just… didn’t expect to see someone else who was blue…” biting her lip, she look away, “I’m not gonna rob a sister. Blue pride.”

Rolling a shoulder as she debated internally, Bell finally holstered her de-gun, “You don’t have to call me Megamind. It’s Bluebell.”

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“Um, Lucy?” Answered in a ‘well duh’ tone, Lucy turns the light down toward a spot between the two of them; it’s just strong enough to show where both are but not their appearances. “Why’d you cut the power, huh?”

Being able to see more than just by the little flashlight she was holding was Lucy’s first priority.

“Well duuuuuuuh! I’m robbing you! Or I was…” Bluebell scowled, crossing her arms. The other person in the building being blue rather drastically changed her priorities. 

Looking Lucy up and down she had to wonder at the similarities, “That real? You didn’t just steal a disguise watch did you?” 

She was somewhat aware of the multi-dimensional nature of the city, but she’d never actually run into another blue person before now.

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Turning off the disguise watch so she could be truly and properly evil, Bell skipped in. With the night vision activated, she easily dodged the obstacles around. Throwing out her most evil voice she announced to any workers present, “Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare~ the big bad wolf has come to huff and puff and blow you AWAY!”

De-gun in hand, Bell looked for movement. All she needed to do was cube anyone in here and then she could easily pick through the shop for any useful tech. It would be a cakewalk.

Stumbling over one of the still-unfinished projects she’d set aside nearby, Lucy scowls in the dark, pulling herself up just in time to hear someone calling out. “You picked the wrong place!” she blusters, hearing how young her voice still sounds and wincing.

Searching out a source of light, she grins on finding a small penlight and quickly presses the on switch, swinging the small light around toward where she’d heard that voice coming from.

As the pen light hit Bluebell’s face, she screamed, her vision going white, “OH FUCK!” 

Ducking down she pulled up the goggles and pointed her de-gun at the light source. Squinting and blinking as she tried to clear her eyesight, “That’s cheating!” why did she forget that flashlights were a thing, “And you picked the… the wrong villain to BLIND! Ha!”

It was surprisingly harder to be witty with her eyes watering. Maybe these goggles needed to be tweaked more. Obviously, the settings were off. With the goggles off, her blue face was obvious, her eyes accentuated with eyeshadow in greens and purples. 

Snickering to herself when she realizes the effect the little pen light had had on the intruder, the sound cuts out quickly when Lucy actually gets a look at the person trying to sneak in. Blue-skinned. Huh.

Turning the little light aside, she immediately tries to get out of line with the weapon pointed at her. Heartrate speeding up on seeing it, aided by her own memories. “And you picked the wrong place to break into.” she shoots back, doing her best to sound steadier than she felt. Rolling the light upward in order to aim it at herself in order to show why, careful to avoid blinding herself too.

“HA! As if anything can stop the awesome powers of Megamind!” Bluebell crowed dramatically as she squinted into the dark, “You should give up n-”

She cut off seeing the blue skin revealed in the light of the small flash light, “The fuck?” lowering the gun, she took a step forward, “You… what? How?” she tipped her head, “Who… are you?”

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Hiding her bike in an alley and turning on the invisibility field, Bluebell danced out into the street looking for her mark. In her headphones, Rhianna blasted, the young villainess singing along, “Don’t act like you forgot, I call the shots -”

Spotting the workshop she’d decided to hit earlier, Bluebell skipped over to the back of it and with a small wiggle of excitement, broke out her infiltration kit. Strapping goggles to her face with a snap and grinning like a mad woman, she flipped the switch on her device and killed the power to the building and pulling out her de-gun, de-hydrated the back door to make her entrance. 

When the lights go out, there’s a loud clatter from inside, drowning out the sound of the door-cube falling to the floor. Followed by the sound of someone’s muffled voice in the dark, Lucy trying to find her way through the maze of desks and shelving in order to find some source of light.

So much for finishing what she’d hoped to today.

Turning off the disguise watch so she could be truly and properly evil, Bell skipped in. With the night vision activated, she easily dodged the obstacles around. Throwing out her most evil voice she announced to any workers present, “Come out, come out, wherever you aaaare~ the big bad wolf has come to huff and puff and blow you AWAY!”

De-gun in hand, Bell looked for movement. All she needed to do was cube anyone in here and then she could easily pick through the shop for any useful tech. It would be a cakewalk.